I find myself thinking about him coming home at night, though I know that he won't be.

When I ask how he likes his new place, he says he loves it. Don't get me wrong, I want nothing more than for him to find happines and peace with himself, but it hurts a little to fall asleep and wake up without him beside me.

Two out of two nights I had nightmares, about terribly trivial things involving him and other women. What in the hell is this all about?

I am okay, however. And I will get better every day. You can be sure of this.

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